CHAPTER 138

Miranda Pov

I dipped my brush in the blue liquid layering the foundation of the painting I was starting out on.

I had tried and torn so much sketching paper this week that any ordinary person would say I was throwing perfection away but it wasn't so in my eyes. It hasn't reached the threshold of what I consider as perfection.

And don't even get me talking about time, I have lots of it. Living in my own estate and having nothing much to do with my time than to paint, sculpt and research more about my kind and the evolution that has been foreseen to take place in our genes in the coming generation.

Or maybe I'm trying to keep the prophecy about the Lycan genes being corrupted away by seeing how I can neutralise whatever it will be while hoping that my Godson protects our life source properly.

My Lycan purrs when I smell the familiar scent of Fresh water and Forest floor scent of my most loyal bodyguard, Hectar.

I don't know why she always does that, and she never tells me. My Lyca